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THE DEITY, THE SERPENT, AND THE EGG
Condensed Revision of The Scripture Of Ultimate Origins

       Before everything, there was nothing.

       Everyone believes in an interpretation of how the world was created one way or another.

       The most adapted and rewritten belief was that a powerful force of divinity was conceived to initiate creation. An entity beyond majestic and transcendent for the mere human mind to comprehend materialized from the vast emptiness.

       Most would believe that was the beginning. That from nothing, there arose all that there was, all that there is, and all that is to be.

       How the Eidolon wished to let them know how wrong they were.

       Indeed. Before the onset of time, there was the Eidolon. Some would say They were the first creation. But it was by Their authoritative voice that the universe assembled. To others, They were the embodiment of creation itself.

       However, what the creations didn't understand was that the Eidolon had always existed. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

       To bring Their ideas to be beheld, the Eidolon opened Their eyes and then the light became the first creation, and established Their kingdom Avalon with the primordials and the aurates.

      The aurates, born from the light of the Eidolon, served in the Court of the Sacred and exemplified Their unchallenged capability. Ancient scriptures described them as incomprehensible entities who tear at the mind of those whosoever as much glances at their true forms.

       Meanwhile, the primordials were surreal forces embodying the ideas of the Eidolon, whose commands bestowed them the ability of movement to effectuate the canvas of Their design according to each's given ability.

       The Primordials Of A Million Limbs spewed and spread their inks, founding the universe.

       To mold the cosmic rocks and ice that amassed into planets, the Primordial Of All Colors shredded its residues and fallen feathers becoming the gasses, plasmas, and nebular remnants, dropping its preborn egg.

       The Primordial Whose Silk Sowed Symphony designed the Celestial Web composed of the Sun at its heart and the eight most beautiful planets with the preborn egg among them called the Sphere.

       To fertilize its surface to sprout vegetation, the thousands of the Primordials Who Crawl caked into the earth. Their writhing motions shaped the geographic landscapes. For the final touch, the Eidolon commanded the Sphere to give rise to the beastlies.

       They ordained the primordials to craft their own inceptions. Thus were the Nyrhaeans made. Lifeless but beautiful in their own eccentricity.

       Then the Eidolon strewed seeds in the dirt and grew a batch of wheat, ground them, and sprinkled them with salt and sugar. They gobbled the granules and chewed. When the Eidolon opened Their mouth, out came a composite shaped in Their image, which They heated near Their heart of hearth to a perfect texture.

       Placing all creations on the Sphere, the Eidolon breathed life into them.

       The first man and the Nyrhaeans coalesced together with nature. But even then, the man felt lonely. Thus, the Eidolon sliced the man's sleeping body and soul into half and took one out of his two hearts. From the remnants, They created the woman, and with the man, they were bound.

       All of these were recorded by the aurates in the spindling thread of the Primordial Prime known as time.

       Henceforth, Avalon was the kingdom at the center of the universe. Everyone merrily feasted and tirelessly threw gatherings unseen like anything after. Where no fault was found anywhere from within the soul to the outside appearance, and all beasts, elements, critters, humans, and Nyrhaeans thrived in harmony under the reign and guidance of the Eidolon. 

       In everything They executed, They did out of love–the kind that transcended all interpretations.

       And the greatest form of that love They exhibited through the gift of free will.

       By then, everything was perfect.

       Until one being proposed an alternative, claiming to be able to establish a better world.

       One of the aurates strayed from the light. Its absence bore the roots of darkness in their core and turned them into the Supreme Deviant. 

       Shifting into the most beautiful winged serpent, they offered the man and the woman all the knowledge and power equal to the Eidolon by eating the red-tinted fruit from the Divine Tree.

       Only that the Eidolon forbade it. "Wash yourselves in the milky waterfalls from the bosoms of the rocks and graze your feet on the heart of the meadows. Relish in the rich greens, tree saps, and all the fruits from the Divinity Tree. Each sweet and tender to your fill. The Ambrosian Apple caresses your tongue with its soft and succulent flesh you will never tire. The Elysian Grapes make for the best wine for feasts. And the Citrus of the Ages forever satiates your palate.

       "All these are yours to satisfy yourselves with, but this one edict I bid, creatures of the Sphere, that you are not to eat the fruit laced with blood from the Divine Tree. Lest death will trail you on your every cautious step down to your descendants."

       Yet, the serpent persisted. "Come and eat from its luscious flesh. If They created you with Their own hands in Their own image, would it not also be within your heritage that you are endowed with the same power and knowledge They wield? You are invited to claim this enlightenment."

       The woman, pleased at the fruit's reddest shade the eye could comprehend, plucked it and took a bite, and insisted her husband eat from it too. Though hesitant at first, he also bit and swallowed.

       Through this disobedience against the Eidolon, darkness has entered the Sphere and into the hearts of all creations.

       To enact the penalty for the violation of the divine law, the Eidolon cursed the kingdom and its inhabitants. For the serpent, They struck its wings, cursing them to crawl when they pleased to move. To the man and the woman, They spoke of the omen of the downfall of mankind. Where their offspring sought to destroy one another, strip their parents bare of pride and dignity, and bring shame, and nature will be their feasting ground. 

       Their children's children shall do the same over and over until the creations shall crumble in on themselves at an inevitable hour.

       Wherever they go, death taints their fingertips. For they lay annihilation to every land and sea they step on. Always craving for more but never satisfied. 

       The earth was cursed to devour all life. The worms shall eat their decayed bodies, and death is as present as the air. Hardships prevailed from the invitation of the shadows, commencing the clash between the light and the darkness.

       And so did the prophecies come true. Generations passed and grew. But so did humanity's blindness to the extermination of their kind they were steering themselves into.

       The centuries were marked by endless sequences of wars which most constituted the strife between humans and Nyrhaean. Once a sanctuary of peace and freedom, Avalon slowly inclined to become a scraping ground for rabid dogs.

       The weight of the conflict soared so intensely that the once majestic land had divided into landmasses separated by the waters. Once a sanctuary of singularity, Avalon, in its fragmented pieces, has become Aelan, as it traced back to the ancient Volian language meaning 'nine,' alluding to the number of lands the great kingdom has broken into.

       But the worst of it was the divine punishment of the unquenchable fire that closed in–the lava under the earth longed to swallow anything over its surface, peeking through the cracks of the crust each moment the beings set off another discord.

       Messengers were sent. Prophets delivered. Yet none lend an ear to the warning of the impending fiery doom the life forms were bringing upon themselves.

       Human and Nyrhaean had inevitably divided.

       For this is what the children of Creation have chosen. And in the evermore future, all creation shall drown in the gaping mouth of the sea of flames.

       As much as the violation of the law tainted the sanctity of the universe it was very much established on, and thus, merited equal retribution, no power could parallel the love the Creator harbors for Their creations.

       So They, to be one with the children They so once perfected into being, to right the wrongs of Their offspring, the Eidolon morphed Themselves into the very masterpiece They wove by hand. To dwell amongst the creatures They call Their own.

       To become human.

       And lay the due of the damnation of human and Nyrhaean kind through a payment no mere man, nor power, nor goodwill could atone for–an ultimate sacrifice for the ultimate debt.

       And so it had to be done. This was the vital key that distinguished this story of creation apart from the other tales that mimicked its magnificence–never had there been an entity of origin and immense power reaching far beyond the universe's expanse who chose to abide with mortals and beasts whose lives were as a brief as a mist and whose nature only knew to destroy. To restrain Their uncontainable essence in the human body exposed to diseases and wounds.

       Born a human, who stowed the essence, fullness, and power of the Eidolon who founded the world They walked on, They laid Their life in turn for a sacred force to hold up the earth of which the inhabitants of Aelan stood, dividing the crust from the pit of flames that sought to devour life.

       Therefore, the term The Veil of the Eidolon was known. Because it was by Their Spirit released upon physical death that laid the boundary between the physical-astral planes, and the Domain of Damning Fire.

       For it was by the physical body that the Eidolon resided with Their children, both humans, beasts, and Nyrhaeans alike, and by the astral plane that Their power manifested, allowing Them to gatekeep the passage that led under where both body and soul were bound to burn for eternity.

       But this veil will last not for long. Though the sacrifice was made, it did not mean a reversal of the wrong choices made. Instead, it begetted another gift.

       A gift of a second chance.

       Of a choice for redemption, maintaining the blessing of free will, and evading the fate of insatiable burning.

       And that choice is left for the two life forms to make.

       One man's transgression led to a debt paid by the death of all life–one man's sacrifice for the revival of all from fated death to sacred life.

       One more chance–for one union.

       One way to life–and another to death.

       Where the mouth of the great fire under Aelan's foot lay patient. Waiting to consume all life in its flame where time is inexistent and torment without respite.

       To the logical, one may ask a multitude of questions: if the Eidolon was all-knowing, all-present, all-powerful, but most of all, a deity of pure love, had They not foreseen the fall of Their creation? If so, why had They not stopped it? Why lay such punishment for the creation They so regarded as Their children?

       But to the enlightened, they shall query in one: what will Aelan choose?